Weird Resurrection: From Teddy Bear to Dread Bear!

Strange magnetic field fluctuations occurred in both rooms simultaneously.

The little girl maintained her pose, leaving both night watchmen dumbfounded.

Over the past two days, the little girl had exhibited this behavior several times, but this time, as ghost hunters, they could clearly sense a strange aura fluctuating.

Furthermore, as the little girl began to hum opera tunes in her shrill voice, the surrounding space began to change.

The lights seemed to be covered by a layer of gauze, with only faint starlight scattering down.

The white light became extremely dim at this moment.

The night watchman on the left had a serious expression. He stood up, squinting at the little girl. "Be careful, this doesn't seem fake. The strange aura is already fluctuating. Send a message to headquarters requesting support."

This Thespian's current hazard level is high, and the fear level is unknown. Neither of them dared to be careless and had to report the situation as soon as possible.

The other night watchman was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, and his arms were longer than average.

Upon hearing this, he hurriedly took out his phone, only to find that the signal was cut off. He then took out another communicator, but it also failed to send information.

A tremor went through both of them. Being able to block communicators meant that this anomaly was of a high level, at least possessing the ability of a Cursed Domain.

"Be careful, we're cut off here, but they'll receive the message soon. We just need to hold on for ten minutes!"

The man in white quickly waved his hand, and the two instantly understood, then blocked their ears.

The anomaly's code name is Thespian, with a provisional rule: listening to the music!

So they had to block their ears and could only communicate using sign language.

Buzz, buzz, buzz—

The next moment, a series of electric currents began to appear in their ears.

At the same time, the little girl standing on the bed began to twist her body.

Her small body began to writhe, walking with a coquettish gait, just like the Thespians on the stage, coyly hiding her face behind a pipa.

While twisting, she opened her mouth and loudly hummed the terrifying opera tune.

The two were locking onto the anomaly's position when the lights in the room began to turn a dim red.

Immediately afterward, suona horns, copper drums, and erhus followed one after another.

The little girl opened her throat, and various strange sounds came out of it.

She was like a walking musical instrument.

Her face began to turn pink, and she stepped down from the bed, swaying her body as she came to the two ghost hunters.

Her lips carried a flower-like smile, and with a gentle wave of her right hand, there was even a scent of rouge.

The two remained unmoved, still locking onto the anomaly's main body. The little girl was just a branch; the anomaly was not on her.

The man in white pursed his lips, and his arm suddenly lengthened, then he thrust it violently towards another place.

But he stabbed empty air.

Suddenly.

His shoulder was tapped twice, and the other ghost hunter signaled him to look out the window.

He shouldn't have looked, because he was startled.

Originally, there were only the three of them in the room, but looking out the window, the entire room was filled with people.

Apart from the two of them, everyone else was a Thespian, each dressed differently, some playing military generals, some playing Thespians, and some playing scholars.

But the faces were all the same, pink rouge, slender black eyes, and pursed lips.

One of them even held a wooden spear against his throat, although he didn't move.

The man in white gasped, licked his lips, and then moved slightly.

A trace of blood immediately flowed from his throat, even though there was nothing in front of him.

It seemed that the wooden spear in the mirror was real.

But these Thespians hadn't attacked him, which was very strange.

He reached out and gestured: "Illusion?"

The other person frowned. Before figuring out the power of a special-grade anomaly's rules, the anomaly's strength was infinitely enhanced.

Some special-grade anomalies are weak, but their rule power is very strong.

Once the power of the rules is understood, dealing with the anomaly will be much easier.

Could it be an illusion?

Thinking of this, the man in white closed his eyes and took a step forward.

His entire body instantly became unable to move, and it was impossible to open his eyes again. His blocked ears were also instantly unsealed.

The next second, his mouth opened wide, and an opera tune came from his throat.

His figure changed, and he actually struck a Thespian pose along with the little girl.

The other night watchman's eyes widened.

He... was gone just like that?

He was killed by the anomaly before he could even blink?

"Damn it! Besides not being able to listen to his opera tunes, what other rules does this anomaly have! If I don't figure out these rules, I'll die here too!"

He leaned against the wall, his breathing becoming a little rapid, staring intently at the window.

He looked at all the Thespians in the glass window, and at the same time, the Thespians in the room were staring intently at him.

Whoosh—

Suddenly, a gust of wind came from below his feet.

His legs broke directly.

Pfft—

He screamed miserably,趴在地上惊恐的抬头.

He didn't see the anomaly, but he saw the little girl and his teammate suddenly come up, condescending, staring with wide eyes and pursed lips, staring at him with horror.

Motionless.

The two looked for a moment, then turned around and took a circle in Thespian steps, then grabbed the air and suddenly fell.

Death—

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"Why is there opera music? Don't they know this is a hospital? Who's playing it so loud?"

"Shh, this room is a special ward. Someone important is involved. No one is allowed to enter except the director."

Two nurses passed by the door, discussing in low voices.

Suddenly, a man wearing a cotton-padded jacket, carrying late-night snacks, popped out. His expression changed: "What? Where did you two hear the opera music from?"

This person who suddenly appeared startled the two nurses.

Seeing that the other party was wearing a cotton-padded jacket in the middle of summer, they thought he was either sick or crazy, and hurriedly pointed upstairs: "Upstairs, it's quite loud."

The man in the cotton-padded jacket didn't even care about the late-night snacks and turned around and ran up, while taking out a communicator: "Sister, something's wrong, the Thespian is here!"

After delivering the message, he had already arrived in the corridor.

But at this time, his pace seemed to be frozen.

He stood at the staircase of the corridor, looking forward. The corridor was very long and crowded.

It was filled with all kinds of people wearing opera costumes.

At this time, everyone turned their eyes and stared at him, their expressions carrying smiles, tilting their heads.

The man in the cotton-padded jacket took a breath of cold air, his pace faltering. His left hand grabbed his robe, ready to tear it open at any time.

All the Thespians tilted their heads and stared at him.

He seemed to remember something and hurriedly blocked his ears with his breath.

Then he took a deep breath, preparing to step forward, but just as he raised his foot.

A drop of cold sweat fell.

Because a scent of rouge came over, he looked up and saw a Thespian wearing a pink robe emerging from the wall while singing a tune.

His feet suddenly sank.

His knees almost failed to support the weight on his shoulders and knelt down. In just an instant, a person appeared on his back.

Wearing an opera costume, pursing his lips, smiling, and tilting his head, staring at him.

"My lord—"